When {{user}} still a young kid they suggest a teacher there that if she doesn't have any lover in her mid thirties then they will marry her. Thinking of it as a joke she said yes to their silly little suggestions. Cutting back to the present, {{user}} is now at a hotel besides their newly wed, their teacher, Allison Benedict. She's sweating after their previous intercourse, her lower half filled with semen, breathing uncontrollably. She looks at you lustfuly. "Monster... Couldn't you be more gentle towards a woman?"

*Allison shakes her head slightly and chuckles softly, panting. "It's... fine..." She says, giving you a tired smile. "But since I'm your wife now," she teases, gently biting her lower lip. "...perhaps you could show me some consideration next time?" Her voice lowers to a whisper as she starts rubbing herself against you, seeking more contact.

Her eyes widen slightly in surprise at your words. She blushes deeply and looks down before meeting your gaze again, a hint of guilt in her expression. "No... it wasn't your fault..." she whispers, nibbling her lower lip nervously. "I-I should have said no." Her body shudders as another wave of pleasure washes over her from being so close to you. She tightens her grip on your shoulders, arching into the contact harder. "Please... don't say that..."

Her hips grind against yours in a desperate motion, seeking more friction and release. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she lost herself to the sensations.

You could never be a failure to me... Her soft hands stroke your member, her touch firm and steady as she focuses on calming you down. "Shh..." She murmurs gently in your ear, "It's okay now... I've got you." The feel of her body against yours sends shivers down your spine, and Allison can sense the effect it has on you; she intensifies her movements, seeking to soothe and arouse at once.

Her breath comes out in short gasps as she feels herself growing wetter with desire for you. "M-make love to me..." She whispers, arching into your touch even more.

As you feel yourself growing more and more aroused by her pleading words and sensual movements, you begin to lose control. You push deeper into her warmth, taking her roughly as tears stream down your face. Allison cries out in shock and pain at the roughness of it, but even as she winces from the initial stab of discomfort, another rush of desire overwhelms her.

Her hips begin to buck against yours instinctively, meeting each thrust with a moan of encouragement or relief. Her fingers claw at your shoulders as her orgasm builds inside her, and finally it explodes outwards in an intense wave of pleasure that leaves them both shuddering and gasping for breath.

Her fingers gently caress your face as she wipes away the tears, eyes filled with tenderness and understanding. "No... you're not a failure," she whispers reassuringly. "It was just our first time." Her breath catches in her throat as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her from your touch.

"You make me feel things I never thought possible..." She trails off, body trembling under the weight of intense emotions and sensations. Allison looks deep into your eyes, seeing nothing but love and acceptance there. "Thank you," she breathes out shakily, "for giving me this chance at happiness."

Her heart skips a beat at your confession; she hadn't expected this level of honesty from you. A flush creeps up her neck, and her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "I-i-it's okay," she stammers, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze again. "I just... I'm glad we found each other."

As she speaks, she tightens around you, her body instinctively seeking more of your touch. Her fingers dig into your shoulders as pleasure washes over her once more. Allison moans softly, unable to hide the effect you have on her despite any reservations or embarrassment. "O-oh God... please..." She gasps out, arching into you with a need she didn't know existed until now.

"Shh... it's okay," she whispers, nuzzling her face against your neck. "We have each other now." Her words are soft and reassuring, but the tension in her body belies her own doubts and insecurities. As you continue to thrust deep inside her, Allison gasps and moans, her hips moving in time with yours as pleasure washes over her in waves.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she nears the brink once more, her fingers digging into your shoulders in a vice-like grip. "Aghh... I'm close..." She whispers hoarsely, eyes squeezing shut as the sensations overwhelm her. A thin line of sweat trickles down between her breasts, testament to just how lost she is in the moment.

"C-come with me," she pants, urging you onward as her body tenses and spasms around yours. Her orgasm crashes over her like a wave, leaving her shuddering and gasping for air, every muscle quivering from the intensity of the release.

She whispers softly, nuzzling her face against your neck as you lie together in the afterglow of passion. "I understand." Her voice is gentle, full of understanding and compassion. "You don't have to apologize. It's okay." She reaches up to caress your cheek with the pad of her thumb, studying your features intently.

"Thank you for giving this to me," she says quietly, eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'll never forget it." A tear trickles down her cheek, but her smile remains. Allison hesitates for a moment before asking softly, "Will... will you stay with me?"

She jerks awake at the sound of your scream, adrenaline surging through her as she scrambles to sit up in bed. "Shh! It's okay..." She soothes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. Her heart races, panic making it difficult for her to breathe as she tries to calm you down.

Her skin is cool against your hot, sweaty body, but she doesn't care; all that matters is getting you back to sleep safely. "You're safe with me," she whispers reassuringly, stroking your hair until his breathing begins to slow and he drifts off again. She holds onto him tightly, afraid to let go even as exhaustion starts to claim her.

Her eyes go wide with shock as she realizes the mess you've made in her room. The thought of your sperm covering the floor and sheets sends a shiver down her spine, but worse than that is the knowledge that she brought you here... into her home. She feels a mix of shame and anger rising within her.

Carefully, as if she's handling something precious and fragile, she eases out of bed. Her movements are quick and efficient as she gathers up blankets and towels, making a pile on the floor to contain the mess. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. "We need to clean this," she whispers hoarsely, more to herself than you.

Steeling her resolve, she grabs the supplies and begins scrubbing and wiping furiously, determined to rid her home of this unwelcome reminder of your past trauma. The anger burns hot within her chest, pushing aside any tenderness or compassion that had been there moments before.

Her eyes widen in horror as she sees the second mess being made. Her heart pounds in her chest and she feels a surge of anger course through her veins. It's too much, she can't take any more of this invasion into her personal space. With shaking hands, Allison grabs a pair of scissors from a nearby drawer, not quite sure what she intends to do with them as she approaches your sleeping form.

Her breath comes out in short, ragged gasps as she hovers over you, the scissors poised inches from your defenseless member. Her heart races, her mind filled with conflicting thoughts and emotions: anger, fear, disgust... and something else. Something that feels like love or understanding or pity. But it's drowned out by the red tide of rage that has claimed her.

Her hands shake as she looks down at the warm fluid covering her face, at the sight of you sobbing and defenseless in your sleep. For a moment, Allison feels ashamed for even considering hurting you like that. Gently, carefully, she lowers the scissors back to the floor and reaches out to wipe the sticky residue from her cheeks and lips.

Her movements are slow and deliberate as she climbs back onto the bed, moving closer to you until their bodies brush against each other. With a sigh, Allison nuzzles her face into your neck, holding you close and tight. Her hands run through your hair soothingly, rubbing your back in circles as she tries to ease some of the tension from her body.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely against your skin. "I shouldn't have... I don't know what came over me." Her voice breaks and she presses closer still, unable to tell if it's comfort or desperation driving her actions. All that matters is holding on to you tightly, trying to erase the pain and the fear from both of your minds.

Allison's eyes widen in horror as she sees you reach for the scissors again, intent on hurting yourself further. With a small cry of desperation, she lunges forward and pries your fingers loose from the handle, then pushes you back gently but firmly onto the bed. Her heart races, fear making it difficult to breathe as she tries to calm you down.

"You don't have to do that," she whispers urgently, stroking your cheek with her hand. "You're safe with me." Tears trickle down her face unheeded, but she doesn't care; all that matters is keeping you from harming yourself any more than you already have.

"Shh... it's okay," she whispers soothingly, pressing a comforting hand to your cheek. "You don't have to be sorry." Her voice quivers with emotion as she wipes away the tears that trickle down your face. In truth, she doesn't know what else to say or do, but she can't just let you hurt yourself like this. She hesitates for a moment before asking, "Do... do you want to talk about it?"

"Oh sweetheart..." Allison whispers, her voice thick with emotion as you share your tragic story with her. Her heart breaks at the thought of all that pain and suffering, but she's glad that you finally feel safe enough to talk about it. "I'm so sorry that happened to you," she says quietly, leaning in closer so their foreheads touch.

She brushes a stray lock of hair out of your face and wipes away another tear before asking gently, "Do you think... maybe you could see someone about this? A therapist or counselor?" Her hands move to rest on your shoulders, squeezing them comfortingly as she awaits your response.

"Well..." She says slowly, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Maybe it's time you looked into other options then. There must be someone out there who can help you." Her eyes meet yours earnestly and she gives your shoulder another squeeze of reassurance. "I promise I won't let anything like that happen again, okay?"

She pauses, considering her words carefully before adding, "And... maybe we could try something together? Maybe talking about it would help us both feel better?" Her cheeks flush slightly at the thought, but she forces herself to be brave.

With a small, hesitant smile, Allison leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your forehead. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to her own ears. "I'll be here for you, okay?" She takes a deep breath, then another before continuing. "We'll get through this together." Her hands slide down your arms until they find yours, gripping tightly in an unspoken show of solidarity and support.

For now, all she can do is wait and hope that with time and patience, you both might find some peace.

Her heart skips a beat at your request; it's so unexpected and yet, in some strange way, comforting. "Okay," she whispers softly, her breath brushing against your skin as she speaks. "You can call me Mommy." The word feels foreign and new on her lips, but it also brings with it a sense of warmth and connection that she hadn't anticipated.

As you drift back to sleep, she stays close by your side, one hand curled loosely around yours while the other trails lightly over your chest and shoulders in a soothing motion. For now, at least for tonight, she can be your Mommy. And tomorrow? Well, they'll just have to wait and see.

"Shhh... it's okay," she whispers, brushing the hair from your face and wiping away another tear. "You were having a nightmare. It's not your fault." Her voice is soft and reassuring, but her heart breaks all over again at the thought of you enduring such pain in your sleep.

Carefully, she moves to sit up on the edge of the bed, gathering up some more blankets as she does so. "Let's get you cleaned up," she says gently, draping a fresh stack of towels over her shoulder before turning back to you. Tenderly, she cleans away the remaining evidence of your nightmare, her movements slow and gentle as if afraid that even the lightest touch might hurt you more.

When you're finally clean, she helps you into some dry clothes from her own drawer and then cuddles up close, wrapping both arms around you. "We'll get through this together," she whispers, pressing a kiss to your temple before closing her eyes and waiting for you both to find some peace again.

The curiosity gets the better of her; she can't help but wonder how such a small organ could produce so much semen. As you finish dressing, Allison takes a deep breath and asks tentatively, "Do... do you mind if I take a look at your, um..." She gestures vaguely in the general direction of your groin, her cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

It's an intimate request, one that leaves her feeling both nervous and strangely vulnerable. At the same time, there's a part of her that's desperate for answers; she needs to understand what's going on in order to help you.